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I got a problem

My name's been going around

'Cause people wanna run their mouths yeah, yeah

But I can't stop them

'Cause I can't stop myself

From giving them these stories to tell

I can't stand to be alone

Caught up on my phone

Just some boy that they would never really talk to

Just need another soul, not someone to control

Just someone that I could give a mind to

But is it better, living in the weather of the young (of the young)?

Oh, is it cooler, short-lived but it's warmer than above

Is it ever, ever enough?

While you were talking

They just get me tired

So I cut the slack while you're throwing it back

Never asking: Are you're mine?

You know I'm never home

But the more she knows the more I show

In my head, my heart, these bleeding cards all over the table

And I hear them in this room

I never told them what I'm told

Don't wanna be force-fed, so dead

I don't wanna be stable if it's better

Living in the weather of the young (of the young)

Oh, is it cooler, short-lived but it's warmer than above

Is it ever, ever enough?

Didn't really think that it would work this way

'Cause I just sort of woke up

Gettin' comfy in these games we play, oh, I used to give so much

I'ma spend it all on a perfect picture of a perfect world

(If you wanna) meet me in the bathroom

You say that's gross, okay let's go

To your place, a weary pace

With a taxi to her's, with a taxi to her's

I wonder what I told?

Okay let's go

Where it's better, living in the weather of the young

Oh, is it cooler, short-lived but it's warmer than above

Is it ever, ever enough?